A proverbial cork has been popped.  There’s no going back now my friends!

After a spring lull with less attention to intimacy, we have returned in full force.  True love was becoming concerned that his efforts to help me climax were not working.  He temporarily lost confidence in his abilities, causing some trouble for my part of it as well.  I told him that the best way is to try more often and take that extra time (could be an hour of stimulation at times) to make it happen.  The results?

Satisfaction like I never dreamed possible.  He found the spot!  That magical spot that causes my body to quake and my inhibitions to fall away.  I can now have multiple orgasms every time we make love.  Since the beginning of the summer we have had some of the most intense sex of our relationship.  It has become this way because it is supported with love and respect which makes it much more fulfilling for me.

The problem?  I need to go out and buy and stack of towels so that I don’t have to do laundry quite so frequently.  I have taken to hanging a towel in the room before going to bed as it’s much easier to wash towels over and over than to change the sheets every day.  I just don’t happen to have a big supply.  Something to think about.

I am back to stay now.

Just keep the tune of “My Favorite Things” from “The Sound Of Music” firmly in your mind as you read. 

My true love who calls me his “little sex kitten”

Warm sunny days that require no mittens

Pretty pink boxes of bright shiny bling

These are a few of my favorite things.

Sexy time, lovers and pink leather paddles

Spanking my ass, now be quiet, don’t tattle!

Butterflies gliding on colorful wings

These are a few of my favorite things.

Sleek, stylish outfits and open-toed sandals

Candy and chocolate and sweet smelling candles

Sipping a beer on the deck in the spring,

These are a few of my favorite things!

When there’s pimples,

And bad hair days,

When I’m feeling sad,

I simply remember my favorite things

And then I don’t feel

So Baaaaad!

I want to be naughty.  I want to be touched and kissed and taken.

I want you to come to me just as I have begun to find slumber and arouse me.  Remove the covers.  Look at my naked body and touch my breasts, neck and shoulders first.  Let me feel the lightness of your touch and lay back comfortably while you continue.  I want to feel your light pressure as you spread my legs apart and stroke my thighs coming closer to my moistness.  I lay with my eyes closed soaking in the sweetness which adds to my excitement.  I want you to touch me.  Put your fingers inside me.  I want to open my eyes and see you standing there naked and fully aroused.  Taste me.  I want to taste you too but it’s my turn.  I want to watch you do this to me.  I want to look into your eyes as you lick my thighs and clit.  I want to wiggle around so I can touch you but I won’t.  It makes me throb that you are just out of reach, heightening my pleasure.  I want you to bring my legs up high as you bring your hardness to me.  I love having your body pressed against mine, your hands tangled in my hair as you kiss my neck with passion.   I want you to raise yourself up and hold my legs as our rhythm becomes faster, staring into your eyes all the while.  I want you so deep inside me I feel it everywhere.  I want to feel you throb inside me, feel your release.  I can taste it now.

Know what?  I can spend hours playing spider solitaire on my computer.  Ridiculous!  Can’t I find anything better to do?  I read a few blog posts and maybe check my e-mail or facebook and then it’s on to solitaire.  I get up periodically for a drink or to pee or whatever, then it’s back to the cards.  I do it while watching tv as well.  Sometimes I walk away and one of my children will take up the game, but when they aren’t around the chair is mine and I am challenging myself to win in less moves.  Just one more time.  It’s like a little addiction of sorts that allows my mind to roam while still playing.

It’s difficult to believe that my true love has NEVER had to purchase “girlie day supplies” for anyone in his life.  Well, times they are-a-changing.  It’s late, he’s going out for a beer with his dad and the grocery store happens to be right there.  He was not happy about it, but he did agree to do it.

Am I a bitch to laugh a little? 

I had a conversation with my true love some time ago when I was feeling a little blue regarding my talents (or at the time the lack thereof). 

Me:  “I don’t really have any talents, you know?  Nothing that I do amazingly well?”

True Love:  “I know one.  You give amazing blow jobs.”

Me:  (*giggling*)  “Well that’s not one I can tell people about  or show them but thanks.”

True Love:  “Yeah, suuuure you don’t tell anyone.  Welcome.”  

It’s all about knowing what your partner likes.  Once you explore some and figure it out it’s just so much better.  I also have another hidden talent.  I can cum like there’s not tomorrow.  I mean soak-the-sheets-and-the-man-and-myself cum.  I believe the reason I am able to please him so well is because I fully understand the pleasure of physical release and I savor the experience as I please him. 

Definitely more on this at a later date. 

What can be better than having your lover tell you that you are his “bestest ever”? 

 I said “aw, like your best girlfriend?” 

he said “you are my bestest of everything.  I love you and you mean the world to me”.

We then went to bed and made soft, sweet love. 

I must confess.  I enjoy being spanked.  I like it in a very silly everyday kind of way as well.  For instance, as I leave the room I walk over to my true love and bend over till he gives me a little smack on the bottom.  Gives me a pleasant little jolt.  Then I proceed to do  mundane household tasks with sex on the brain.  Definitely not a bad thing. 

I was so excited to test out my new toys I could barely contain my enthusiasm even a moment.  Unfortunately, my true love hurt his back quite badly at work and is in a fair amount of pain.  Sex has been less frequent, and I can only get on him and be ever so careful and gentle.  We manage, cause this dirty girl gets cranky without regular sex. 

I’ll set my scene for you.

We kiss, touch and explore with fingers and tongues.  The passion rises in us both as we lay close to one another.  I gently kneel beside him and take him in my mouth.  I suck, lick then back away.  More kisses await before we are through.  As I lean in to do this to him, he genly caresses my clit and tests the boundries of how deeply he can insert his fingers.  He knows my body so well.  He strokes the spot as I start to quake.  I need more.  I need you inside me baby.

I climb on rear facing and lean forward.  Bringing his girth so deeply inside.  He moans and grabs onto my waist to guide me in and out.  As I lean to grab the footrail on the bed, he takes that paddle, gives me a paddle to the left, then right, then back, and ooohhhhh how I love it!   I feel his throb inside me then.  Feel the heat of release.  I then discover I am temporarily immobile.  Have to sit and take a few breaths first.  Oh the power of good sex.

 I have to spend more time exploring the paddle when he is feeling more feisty.  It is flexible leather and feels just as nice (if not better) than a spank with a hand.    I am simply trying to convince him that it is ok with me.  I want it.

I made an online purchase that arrived in the mail today.  I am soooooo excited about this stuff I can hardly wait to use it!  Shit, I just realized I have no idea how to add an image to this blog.  I have pictures for you, but you will have to wait until I figure this out. 

I got the “make me blush leather paddle”.  Wanna have some fun with me?

I asked my true love to take a picture of my face because I liked the way my hair was done today.  He said “ok, but I am taking a picture of your ass too.”  Sure, why the hell not?  He says that my ass is “fat”.  I say what?!  He says, no!  phat with a PH!